“You…” Mrs. Thompson stammered, her face paling as she stared at the man standing at the door.“Hello, Mrs. Thompson. Long time no see,” the man said calmly, offering a small wave and a polite smile.“What are you doing here?” Mrs. Thompson demanded, her brows furrowing in irritation.“I’m here for the introduction you’re hosting,” the man replied smoothly, his innocent smile doing little to ease the tension that had suddenly filled the space.Mrs. Thompson’s jaw tightened, and she shifted her gaze toward the maid who was still standing by the door. “You can leave now. I’ll take it from here,” she instructed coldly.“Yes, madam,” the maid responded with a slight bow before retreating hastily, clearly sensing the brewing storm in the room.Mrs. Thompson stepped closer to the man, her voice dropping an octave as she demanded, “Don’t give me that nonsense. Nobody invited you here! What are you doing at my house?”The man didn’t flinch. Instead, his smile remained steady, unperturbed by h
Marcus couldn’t help but notice his mom’s expression throughout the meeting. Her face was stiff, her usual warmth absent. It didn’t sit right with him. She had been so excited about this wedding, thrilled to meet Lily’s family again, and now, she looked troubled.He watched her closely as she sat silently on the sofa, her gaze fixed on nothing in particular.“Mom?” Marcus called softly, breaking the silence.Mrs. Thompson slowly lifted her head to look at him. “Yes?” she replied, her tone so soft it almost cracked.“Are you okay?” Marcus asked, his brows furrowing. Her unusual behavior was starting to worry him.Mrs. Thompson nodded, but it was a mechanical motion, like she wasn’t truly present.“The wedding is in three days,” she said quietly, her voice lacking the joy and excitement she had carried through the weeks of planning. “All the preparations are ready now.”Her words felt hollow, rehearsed.Marcus leaned forward slightly, studying her face for answers, but she avoided his e
“That’s right,” Isabella muttered under her breath, her voice barely audible.Marcus’s frown deepened as he studied her. She was acting strangely—stranger than usual—and it was making him uneasy. He hated feeling unsure about anything, let alone when it involved his mother. What was going on with her?“Mom? Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked cautiously, his tone laced with genuine concern. His mother had always been strong, almost unshakable. Seeing her like this—distracted, nervous—was unnerving.“I’m fine,” Isabella said quickly, but her tone was clipped and unconvincing. She avoided his gaze, her eyes darting around the room like she was searching for an escape route.Marcus folded his arms across his chest, his unease growing by the second. “Fine” wasn’t an answer he could believe right now. He didn’t want to push her, but he couldn’t ignore how agitated she seemed.Before he could press further, Isabella finally looked at him, her expression sharp but strangely vulnerable. “We n
“We should focus on finding a solution, not wasting time on meaningless arguments!” Lily said, her tone firm as she frowned at the two of them.Austin nodded. “You’re right. That’s exactly what we should be doing,” he said, his voice calm but resolute.Sarah’s face hardened in response, but she bit back her retort. As much as she disliked admitting it, Lily had a point.After a moment, Lily turned to her father, her expression thoughtful. “Dad, do you know Mrs. Thompson from somewhere? She started acting differently the moment you showed up. There has to be a reason for that.”Austin’s expression darkened at her question, his brows furrowing deeply.Sarah seized the opportunity to press him further. “You need to tell the truth,” she said firmly, her voice cutting through the tense air. “This is about your daughter’s future. Unless, of course, you don’t want her to marry into the Thompson family.” Her gaze bore into him, daring him to deny it.The car came to a halt, interrupting the c
The next day, Lilian woke up later than usual. She stretched, yawned, and made her way to the living room.To her surprise, the room was empty. This was unusual; on any normal day, the living room would be bustling with activity. Her father was often lounging around, her brothers would be busy tidying up, and the general hum of the house was always present. Yet today, the place felt eerily quiet.Lilian frowned as she walked in, wondering where everyone had gone. She took a seat on the couch, absentmindedly munching on her favorite snack, a bowl of mixed nuts. She glanced around, her eyes searching for her phone.Before she could spot it, a sudden knock on the door startled her.“Who is there? The door is open,” Lilian called out, raising her voice to ensure the person heard her.The door creaked open, and to Lilian’s surprise, three groups of women stepped into the living room. She furrowed her brows, confused. None of them looked familiar.“Uhm… who are you?” Lilian asked them, her
One of the ladies knelt beside Lilian, carefully slipping on her heels, making sure the straps were perfectly adjusted.“All done!” the third lady exclaimed, her face glowing with excitement.“I think the car should be arriving soon,” the first lady said, her tone carrying a note of anticipation. Her smile mirrored the others, all of whom seemed to share in a secret that Lilian couldn’t decipher.Almost as if on cue, a car horn sounded outside.“Oh, the driver’s here now!” the third lady giggled, her voice filled with enthusiasm as she clapped her hands together.Lilian gave a faint smile, her thoughts clouded with uncertainty. She had no idea what was going on. No one had explained why she was being dressed so elegantly or why there was such an air of excitement around her. It was as though she had been dropped into the middle of a story whose beginning she had missed.The ladies gently guided her outside, their cheerful chatter buzzing around her like a swarm of bees. As they reache
Sarah turned to Austin with a frown, her arms crossed in clear irritation. “Why are you here? You should be in the car waiting with her,” she said sharply, her tone carrying the weight of disapproval.Austin’s expression hardened, and he crossed his arms in return. He wasn’t in the mood for Sarah’s usual dismissiveness. “What about the Thompsons? Why aren’t they here yet? What’s happening?” he demanded, his voice low but filled with tension.Sarah shrugged with an air of nonchalance, her calm demeanor almost mocking. “How am I supposed to know that?” she replied flatly. “They might have run into traffic on their way here or gotten delayed for some reason. It happens.” Her face showed no sign of concern, as though the entire ordeal was a minor inconvenience.Austin stared at her, his frustration mounting. “Traffic? Delayed?” he repeated, as though the words were absurd. “Sarah, it’s been over two hours! What kind of traffic causes this kind of delay?” His voice rose slightly, though he
“Why did you leave the car?” Sarah asked with a sharp frown. She looked at the reporters who had gathered around them and, with a subtle shift in demeanor, she gave them a warm smile. “Dear press, we’re all friends here. You shouldn’t cause unnecessary chaos just to get a few headlines. Please, don’t distract everyone.”The reporters paused, exchanging glances, as Sarah’s calm, authoritative tone made them reconsider their aggressive approach.“But is the wedding canceled?” one of the reporters pressed, unwilling to back down just yet.Sarah let out an exaggerated sigh. “Canceled?” she repeated, feigning confusion. “Who told you that? The wedding is still happening as planned. I’ve already spoken with the Thompsons. They’re on their way here now.”The reporters glanced at each other, their skepticism giving way to uncertainty. They had hoped for a scandal, but Sarah’s composure made them question their assumptions.“Oh, we’re sorry for the misunderstanding,” one of them apologized, ba
Lilian frowned as she gripped the edge of her seat. Her anxiety spiked with every passing second, her fingers tightening as she glanced out the window, noting the unfamiliar neighborhood. Dim street lights lit the surroundings, casting long, eerie shadows over the pavement. She had no idea where they were, and it only worsened the unease gnawing at her gut.“Where is this?” Lilian’s voice was laced with confusion, unable to hide her discomfort.“Her house,” Marcus replied flatly, already unbuckling his seatbelt. He had his usual unreadable expression, but Lilian could sense something more underneath it.Lilian’s stomach tightened. “You think she brought Matt here?” The disbelief in her voice was unmistakable. “Why would she do that? Why would she be so reckless?”Marcus sighed deeply before he turned his head and looked at her. “Are you coming, or do you want to sit here all night?” His voice was nonchalant, but there was an edge to it.Lilian wanted to lash out at him. Her anger was
Lilian gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white as she sped toward the school. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her mind raced with possibilities. The road blurred past her, but she didn’t care—she had to get to Matt.The moment she reached the school, she slammed the brakes, barely taking the time to park properly before throwing the car door open. She ran toward the school entrance, her heels clicking sharply against the pavement.Her breath came in short, uneven bursts as she entered the hallway. Immediately, her eyes landed on Matt’s teacher standing just outside his classroom. The woman’s expression was tense, her hands clasped together as if she had been anxiously waiting for her.Lilian didn’t even wait to catch her breath. She strode toward the teacher, her voice tight with panic.“What happened? Who took him?”The teacher hesitated, looking her up and down before answering. Her brows furrowed as she studied Lilian’s face carefully.“The person who pic
Lilian tightened her grip on the steering wheel, exhaling slowly as she tried to push away the restless thoughts clouding her mind.That morning, Franklin had offered to take Matt to school, but she had refused.She wasn’t even sure why. Maybe it was guilt—the ever-present ache in her chest every time she looked at her son and realized how much of his childhood she was missing. Maybe it was selfishness, wanting to steal a few extra minutes with him before her work consumed the rest of her day.Whatever the reason, she had insisted on taking him herself.Matt had been his usual energetic self in the back seat, kicking his legs excitedly as he talked about his art project.“Mom, will you pick me up today?” he had asked, his voice filled with hope.Lilian had hesitated.She wanted to say yes.She wanted to be the kind of mother who could promise her son something and actually keep her word.But she had been a mother long enough to know how unpredictable her work schedule was.“We’ll see,
Moses drove home faster than usual, gripping the steering wheel tightly as his mind raced with unanswered questions. The evening had taken a turn he hadn’t expected, and he wasn’t sure how to process it. The tense dinner at the restaurant, Lilian’s abrupt departure, the words left unspoken—it all sat heavily on his chest.The city lights flickered past him in a blur, but he barely noticed. His focus was singular: getting home and making sure Lilian was okay.As he pulled into the driveway, he took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. He knew he had to keep his emotions in check, but it wasn’t easy. This wasn’t just about him anymore.The moment he stepped inside, the familiar warmth of the house should have calmed him, but it didn’t.Franklin, Gabriel, and Matt were seated in the living room, engaged in quiet conversation. But their focus quickly shifted the moment Moses walked in. His tense expression did not go unnoticed.Franklin raised an eyebrow, his sharp gaze scanning Moses
Lilian stepped into the restaurant, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor. The dim lighting cast a warm glow over the room, but it did little to ease the tight knot in her stomach. She had been at work when she received Noah’s text, asking her to meet him here. The urgency in his message had unsettled her, but he hadn’t given her any details. Without hesitation, she had dropped everything, grabbed her keys, and driven straight over.Now, as she took in the scene before her, confusion swirled in her chest like a brewing storm.Noah was already standing, his gaze fixed on her the moment she walked in. But what caught her attention even more was the presence of two others at the table—Moses and a woman she didn’t recognize right away.Her steps slowed, and her brows furrowed as her eyes darted between them. Something about the woman seemed oddly familiar, but Lilian couldn’t place it.She swallowed hard, a sudden feeling of unease creeping in. “What is going on?” she asked
Lily stepped out of the car as soon as Moses parked. A gentle breeze brushed against her face, making her long hair sway slightly. She stood beside him, adjusting the hem of her dress, a radiant smile lighting up her features.“Where is this?” she asked, her eyes scanning the massive glass-fronted building before her. There was a slight furrow in her brows as she tried to process her surroundings. Everything about this place screamed wealth and power.Moses, standing tall beside her, kept his face emotionless. His sharp jawline was set in its usual cold expression. He barely spared her a glance before looking away. “One of my workplaces,” he said, his tone indifferent.Lily’s eyes widened, her jaw dropping slightly. She turned back to the imposing structure before her, marveling at its grandeur. “Wow,” she breathed, her voice laced with admiration. “You have so many sources of income?” She turned to face him, studying him like she was seeing him for the first time.She had always know
Lily stepped into the restaurant, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor. The place exuded an air of quiet elegance, with dim lighting and hushed conversations filling the space. Almost immediately, a waiter noticed her and approached with a polite smile.“Hello, Miss. Do you have a reservation, or would you like to book a table now?” he asked, his tone warm and professional.Lily gave a small nod, masking her impatience. “Someone is already waiting for me,” she replied, forcing a smile even though she found the entire process irritating.The waiter’s expression remained courteous. “May I ask which room?”“Five,” she answered without hesitation.“Ah,” he murmured with a knowing nod. “Please follow me, Miss.”He turned gracefully and led the way through the restaurant, weaving between tables occupied by well-dressed patrons engaged in quiet conversations. The scent of expensive wine and gourmet dishes lingered in the air, but Lily barely noticed. She had more important th
Lilian pushed open the gate and froze in shock at the sight of her brother, Moses, standing outside.Her breath caught in her throat. She hadn’t expected to see him there.Moses stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over her with concern. “You didn’t drive in? Why?” His voice carried a note of suspicion as he studied her expression.Lilian quickly nodded, forcing a yawn as if she were simply exhausted. “Oh, I’m just tired, that’s all,” she said, adding a weak smile for effect.Moses raised an eyebrow. He wasn’t convinced. He reached out his hand toward her, palm up.Lilian blinked, confused. “What?”“The key,” he said, his expression unreadable.“Oh.” She hesitated for a moment, then instinctively glanced behind her, scanning the street. Her pulse quickened. Marcus’s car was gone. He must have driven off already.“What’s wrong?” Moses asked, narrowing his eyes. He had caught the way her expression shifted.“Nothing,” she answered too quickly, shaking her head.“Then give me the key,” he
Lilian walked back into the room. The moment Timothy saw her, he stood up immediately, concern flashing in his eyes.“Are you done?” he asked kindly.Lilian nodded. “Yes, I am,” she replied, her voice steady.At that moment, Marcus walked in as well. His eyes landed on Lilian and Timothy, and a surge of irritation coursed through him. Their closeness unsettled him, but he swallowed his frustration. He was still treading carefully, hoping to earn Lilian’s forgiveness.“CEO Marcus, are you okay?” one of the executives asked, noticing the way Marcus’s expression had darkened for a moment.Lilian didn’t even bother turning her head in Marcus’s direction. Instead, she focused on Timothy and the executive who had organized the dinner.“I’ll be heading home now,” she said with a bright smile, shifting her purse onto her shoulder.“Oh? Leaving so soon?” the executive asked, his tone laced with concern. “Are you sure you can drive home safely? Maybe you should let someone take you instead.”Li